Quotes by Agatha Christie

She didn’t want to die. She couldn’t imagine wanting to die…Death was for—for other people.

Im sorry, but I do hate this differentiation between the sexes. The modern girl has a thoroughly businesslike attitude to life That sort of thing. Its not a bit true! Some girls are businesslike and some arent. Some men are sentimental and muddle-headed, others are clear-headed and logical. There are just different types of brains.

It often seems to me thats all detective work is, wiping out your false starts and beginning again.Yes, it is very true, that. And it is just what some people will not do. They conceive a certain theory, and everything has to fit into that theory. If one little fact will not fit it, they throw it aside. But it is always the facts that will not fit in that are significant.

I have no pity for myself either. So let it be Veronal. But I wish Hercule Poirot had never retired from work and come here to grow vegetable marrows.

Oh, Im not afraid of death! What have I got to live for after all? I suppose you believe its very wrong to kill a person who has injured you-even if theyve taken away everything you had in the world?

Then there are some minor points that strike me as suggestive - for instance, the position of Mrs. Hubbards sponge bag, the name of Mrs. Armstrongs mother, the detective methods of Mr. Hardman, the suggestion of Mr. MacQueen that Ratchett himself destroyed the charred note we found, Princess Dragomiroffs Christian name, and a grease spot on a Hungarian passport.

Why didnt they ask the Evans?

There hung about her the restrained energy of a whiplash.

In an English village, you turn over a stone and have no idea what will crawl out.Miss Marple

The man who came into the room did not look as though his name was, or could have ever been, Robinson. It might have been Demetrius, or Isaacstein, or Perenna - though not one or the other in particular. He was not definitely Jewish, nor definitely Greek nor Portugese nor Spanish, nor South American. What did seem highly unlikely was that he was an Englishman called Robinson.

Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations.

In fact-Dr. Sheppard!

You do think you know about everything, said her husband. I do, said Tuppence.

And how do you know that these fine begonias are not of equal importance?

One must always proceed with method. I made an error of judgment asking you that question. Toeach man his own knowledge. You could tell me the details of the patients physical appearance- nothing there would escape you. If I wanted information about the papers on the desk, Mr. Raymond would have noticed anything there was to see. To find out about the fire, I must ask the man whose business is to observe such things. - Detective Hercule Poirot to Doctor Sheppard

Two young adventurers for hire. Willing to do anything, go anywhere. Pay must be good. No reasonable offer refused.

From now on, it is our task to suspect each and everyone amongst us. Forewarned is forearmed. Take no risks and be alert to danger. That is all.

Once I went professionally to an archaeological expedition- and I learnt something there. In the course of an excavation, when something comes up out of the ground, evEryThing is cleared away very carefully all around it. You take away the loose earth, and you scare here and there with a knife until finally your object is there, all alone, ready to be drawn and photographed with no extraneous matter confusing it. That is what I have been seeking TO do- clear away the extraneous matter so that we can see the truth-the naked shining truth.

When the sun shines you cannot see the moon, he said. But when the sun is gone ah,when the sun is gone.

If one could order a crime as one does a dinner, what would you choose? . . . Let’s review the menu. Robbery? Frogery? No, I think not. Rather too vegetarian. It must be murder—red-blooded murder—with trimmings, of course.